His breath caught at that. What she was doing to him had, if anything, made him mostly forget himself, lost in the purity of the sensations, his body becoming only a means to an end. But now he was reminded, the way he looked, his size and his scars... and suddenly they didn't seem like something he should dislike.

And then all he was aware of was the hint of friction against his swollen cock, and he rolled his hips up, chasing it and letting out a heavy breath. "Lily... Please..."